I don't know what this little old guy's deal is for sure, but every time I drive down Garfield, he's walking. No matter what time of day I drive that road, he's out there. Sometimes several blocks down from this intersection, sometimes here walking back and forth across the railroad tracks, sometimes with a little notebook in his hands like he's checking something at this box he's by right now. He only carries this umbrella when it's quite hot or when it's raining. Just... Funny.